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They don't know I can understand them, I don't even know how I do. It's like speaking another language I guess. Usually they talk to me about random things like their day. Mitch, the smaller and black-haired one, usually talks about boys or just pets or plays with me. Scott is taller and blonde; he's always talking about Mitch. I gathered after a while that he has a crush on Mitch, but I never discovered Mitch's feelings until a few weeks ago. Scott wasn't home and I was resting on the couch until I heard Mitch crying. I ran to the source and ended up in his room and jumped onto his bed. He was lying in a ball and hugging his knees, slightly rocking. I nuzzled my head against his back to make myself known and also in attempts to comfort him. He sat up and gave a watery chuckle.
"Hey, Wyatt." He sniffed. "Sorry if I disturbed you. I'm just upset." I sat down on his lap, being careful not to claw his legs. I looked up at him curiously. Why was he upset? I wondered. He stroked me gently and I leaned into his hand. "I just…" He started and closed his eyes, almost as if it were painful to continue. "I-I…have a crush on Scott." He blurted quickly. I attempted to smile at him and meowed in a high pitch. He smiled at me sadly, but it faded fast. "I don't want to tell him because I'm afraid it'll ruin our friendship, and that he may never want to see me again and I can't live without Scott." He started sobbing again and pulled me into his chest to cuddle me. I put my front legs on his left shoulder and my back legs supporting me as I buried my head in his neck. I could feel something wet on my back and I jerked away quickly. His eyes were red from crying and his brown eyes were glassy. I could barely stand to see him so upset so I stepped off of his lap and stepped off the bed. I stepped off awkwardly and tripped, landing face first on the carpet before squirming to my feet. This was on purpose and Mitch was now laughing hysterically. He picked me up. "You're so stupid. I love you." He kissed my head and dried his tears with a tissue from his desk before putting me down gently on the floor and walking to the couch. I followed behind him and sat next to him, resting my head on his thigh. He turned on some SpongeBob, he loved that show, and after about two episodes Scott returned. I was worried about Mitch and his distress but he was happy that Scott was home. Mitch ran to Scott and hugged his neck tightly. Scott was concerned at the sudden hug.
"Mitchie?" You ok?" He placed his shopping bags on the floor and put his arms around Mitch's waist.
"Yeah, I just had a little moment earlier." He stated truthfully.
"What happened?" I noticed Mitch hugged tighter.
"I just felt really lonely without my Scottie, but Wyatt came and made me feel better. He slipped off my bed." Mitch pulled away and looked at me. Scott smiled and approached me. He wrapped his hands around my rib and dragged me to his chest. I clawed onto whatever I could. I loved those guys but I hated being picked up like that, unable to support myself, relying on the fact that whoever was holding me wouldn't drop me. I found his shirt and clinged to it for dear life.
"Good kitty." He hugged me and I felt Mitch hug me too, so I was sandwiched between the two. I loved my dad's and they loved each other too, but I decided that they needed a push to realize their feelings.